Trying to shake loose the words jumbled in my mind. He miscalculated the easy with which she’d acquiesce. Maybe his assurance came from the way her eyes refused to meet his when they first met. She glanced up, her pupils dilated to points and her lips parted, and then she dropped her gaze so quick …
Chapter 2 The hours blended together, minutes bleeding into each other in the darkness. How long would he leave her strapped to that cold metal table? A true test of her will. She wondered at one point when Katie would realize she was gone. They spoke on her walk home, but her friend won’t start …
“Temps de se réveiller, sweets.” She refocused on his face in front of her. It took a moment to recall where she was through the haziness of her mind. Her limbs were slow to move as she tried to sit up on the bed. “What happened?” She pushed her hair out of her eyes, her …
When he stopped, she lay there in agony. Her breasts throbbed, the skin-tight and pulsing. She closed her eyes and sobbed, begging behind her gag for him to let her go. A hand cupped her breast, tweaking the bruised nipple so hard she groaned. The hand slid down her body to her spread thighs undaunted …
It was the sharp smell of alcohol that pulled her from oblivion. Her head felt like an overfilled balloon, tight and floaty. She hadn’t felt this shitty in a long time. Opening her eyes, she closed them again with a groan as the harsh light stung her eyes and nausea assaulted her. It took a …
“Tell me you’re not walking through the neighborhood alone again?” Katie’s voice filtered through the static of the phone. She was a thousand miles away, but it was comforting to hear from her friend. “You’re my backup, that’s why I call you. If someone kidnaps me, you’ll call 911 from clear across the country.” Haley …
I’ve decided to post this here. My decision was born out of my belief that I will never be a successful published author. I’m not saying it because I want a pity party, just stating facts as I see them. I’m okay with it, but it doesn’t make my desire to write less strong. So …
Missy (2) and Cynthia have a start, but I’m admittedly curious about Patrick. Shit. Patrick bounced Kyle on his knee, silently cursing the slip of his tongue. What had possessed him to admit to the affair? A moment of weakness brought on by fatigue, surely. Work had been crazy and Cynthia had coaxed him into opening …
Not sure where it’s going but continuing on One. And Cynthia if you’re interested Missy tipped the bottle back, draining the clear liquid and grimacing at the burn. That stuff packs a serious punch for such a small dose of alcohol. Her leg bounced uncontrollably as her mind turned over the possibilities of being back there. It …
“Dinner is served.” The clink of silverware against porcelain should have grated her nerves. A porcine man to her left chewed with a vigor that rivaled that of the animal he resembled; nauseating in its sound and visual component. The woman directly across from her continued to drone on about her latest shopping venture in …